Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1886: Surprising visitor

He stayed out of the direct assaults, yet every Novice understood her vital position perfectly. Should the Gurui Star Race warrior take her down or drive her off, the unprotected Novices would stand no chance against the onslaught from the remaining Gurui Star Race fighter.

The scenario unfolded like this: the Novices confronted a dire threat, though hope lingered faintly. Surviving this trial would bring them two fresh Novices at peak strength right away. Their entry could tip the balance decisively toward triumph.

Survival through the current peril remained the essential condition.

She sustained the peak count of seven water chains at present. The power available for redirection had dwindled sharply. In this bind, her only option was to unleash a Holy Symbol strike first, aiming to secure a brief delay while ensuring her own safety.

The combined pressure came not just from the surviving Gurui Star Race fighter on the side but also from the central frontline one.

This figure, who had handled the prior talks with the Novices, held squad leader status and wielded even greater might. Despite over a dozen injuries, he plunged into reckless combat. His eyes burst apart abruptly, unleashing scores of wooden tendrils that thrust wildly ahead. Meanwhile, he positioned his hands downward at his flanks, palms facing the earth, from which innumerable pale, flexible, thin roots sprouted, swiftly touching down and burrowing into the dirt.

The sudden eye-born branches caught the Novices off guard, forcing them to fall back. Several took hits, yet the water chains and gear shielded them well, so even punctures posed no grave threat.

However, spotting the pair of tree-men rising from the soil next to this Gurui Star Race warrior signaled that disaster loomed near.

These two treants featured distinct forms: the left one boasted eight elongated arms, each lined with half-meter spikes. Paired with arms stretching beyond ten meters, it could engulf most Novices, He included. The right version had four sturdy branches anchoring its form to the ground, its top section formed by four neatly aligned, razor-edged formations, each desk-sized, swinging rhythmically with the limbs.

In truth, the trio of Gurui Star Race warriors displayed utterly distinct fighting approaches.

The Holy Sigil strike slammed into the Gurui Star Race treant, whose agility lagged. It reeled back unsteadily yet held its footing. Brushing aside the flanking blows, it lunged ahead and swung a fist toward He.

Suddenly, a dark form materialized, colliding with the fist and toppling the treant-transformed Gurui Star Race member flat on his back.

The Novices in the rear surged forward at once, eager to end this foe on the spot.

Ji Ruiguang spun about and rejoined the clash with the frontline adversary. Still, his left side, from hand to elbow, now lacked any cover; the armor once there had vanished.

The gear on his body wasn't bought from Ye Zhongming but crafted by him personally. The left arm component was a clever device that could fire off when required, unleashing a mighty impact.

That said, using it left the left hand exposed and vulnerable.

They had averted He's immediate danger for the moment, but the primary battleground plunged into unmatched peril.

Once the Gurui Star Race warrior called forth the duo of treants, his onslaughts turned wildly intense to some extent. He shifted from a solo fighter to a trio of forms. Yet this mode carried notable weaknesses, like synchronized motion among the three and sluggish speed overall.

Still, the sweeping reach proved overwhelmingly vast and forceful. Closing in meant facing the eye-tentacle thrusts from the core body. Keeping distance invited the left tree-man's extended lashes. In between lay the challenge of dodging the four massive, door-like blades.

In a flash, the seven-strong assault group broke apart. Even He pulled back with them, rendering the water chains useless.

The other group's Novices, intent on striking the downed treant Gurui Star Race member, got hurled away chaotically. Their blows did connect and inflict harm, but in tree form, this individual's defenses had hardened immensely. He absorbed the punishment and retaliated with fists and feet, scattering all nearby Novices.

The treant rose and linked up with his kin. Both bore some wounds, yet their fighting strength stayed near maximum.

Among the Novices, one lay dead, three suffered heavy injuries (with two in recovery), one of the three Novices holding off the flank treant Gurui Star Race member was gravely hurt, and the remaining two retained only partial battle capacity. Every one of the seven on the main front carried injuries and faltered badly.

He panted relentlessly, her reserves clearly drained; no one could gauge her remaining power. Qiuqiu, fresh from a key contribution, entered cooldown. Outwardly fine, it now sluggishly tumbled in circles on the spot.

Pounding steps echoed nearby, drawing the gaze of both factions locked in tense pause before the climactic clash.

From the woods emerged a colossal silhouette, trailed by a savage, intimidating war machine bristling with steel barbs.

"Mujin? Cliff Chariot?"

The earlier-speaking Gurui Star Race member uttered the words, but gone was the superior sneer toward the Novices; now it carried bewilderment and wariness.

One sleek metal panel on the enormous war machine, dubbed 'Cliff Chariot' by the Gurui Star Race, slid open, releasing three figures roughly a meter in height. Their look sparked intense jealousy among all onlookers.

They brimmed with elite gear from head to toe!

Beyond the premium armor encasing their frames, their arms stood out: standard war hammers gripped in hand, plus massive axes slung across backs, and hefty daggers strapped to waists!

All appeared to be premium quality.

Beyond superior equipment, it exuded advanced tech vibes; numerous add-ons or tools obviously served varied roles.

Moreover, the war machine at their rear, coupled with that towering robot, screamed overwhelming prowess to even the clueless.

"So it's the tree sons."

A burly, diminutive figure responded in a gruff tone. His horned helmet bobbed with the words, oddly humorous.

The Novices wore odd looks. These Gurui Star Race foes, who had just thrashed them, got labeled 'tree sons'!

"Stinky dwarves, have you forgotten the days when we taught you a lesson?"

Ji Ruiguang sensed rising elation, figuring a clash between these parties would hugely favor them. Such heated barbs nearly guaranteed combat.

Yet unexpectedly, the dwarf-resembling beings dismissed the Gurui Star Race taunt entirely and pivoted, eyeing the Novices' features.

"Who is called Ye Zhongming?"

All froze in shock. None grasped the intent, nor could they tell if these arrivals meant aid or harm.

"You... why are you asking about Ye Zhongming?"

He, Ye Zhongming's nearest ally present, advanced and questioned.

"We hope he gives a clear answer."

"Is he still our Taros Red Dwarf spokesperson or not?!"